Los Angeles daily herald., 1887-08-04
A GIRL AT LONG BRANCH.
How a Retired MilIionaire,s Girl
Tries to Spend Her Income.

Tries to spend Her Income.
There is youthful little damsel al
Long Branch from Gotham, SAYS 8
) correspondent of the Philadelphis
Press, whose naughty air and self-con
fidence has captured everybody. 1t il
only year or so ago since the bottoms
of her skirts scarcely touched her boot
tops, yet she swings fan with the all
of full-blown rosebud as she chats
with Berry Wall and handles the rein
like veteran as she speeds along
Ocean avenue in one of the high ultra
fashionable village carts. She puts a
couple of hundred dollars on
a horse race with less thought
OF anything but the fun in it than
hundreds of others, and the best of it
is that she wins when wiser heads
than hers are out of pocket. Then
she dances with the airy graces of a
little angel, for only the very tip of
her tiny slipper-toe touches the cloth
as she whirls over it. Nothing less
than private parlor and dressing
room will do this 1S-year-old miss,
and more than half dozen trunks
stand in row outside her doors. She
has maid down here who does every
thing for her from taking a cup of
breakfast chocolate to her bedside in
the morning to tucking the bedclothes
around her at night. This includes
about five changes of costume every
day.
l watched this young woman last
night as she danced with one of the
dudish young men who follow in her
wake wherever she goes. She wore a
killed nuns yelling skirt, with velvet
bands and velvet waist, laced front
and back. A brilliant diamond neck
lace was clasped about her throat,
cluster shone from one of her fingers,
and tiny arrow pierced each ear.
Pm SO tired OF all this that l am
going up stairs to change my dress
myself" she said, with a look of
ennui, as she passed from the dancing
room. Upstairs she went, sure
enough, and for once the maid was
relieved of the duty of disrobing her
little mistress. But she was not left
long without something to do. "An-
derson," said the young lady, as
she kept on changing her costume,
81 think I'd like to have
a bite OF bird-something nice, with
slice OF toast. Don't go to the din
ing-room for it but send over to the
club house restaurant. They know
how to cook over there. Do be quick |
about it please, for l am so anxious to
have another dance" And then she |
threw herself on the big lounge by the |
window and watched the red-faced
man in the moon climbing up higher
and higher over the ocean-water. |
When the bird came, cooked as only
Phil Daly's French chief can do it, it |
was indeed only bite she took before |
she was out of the room and down
again with the throng-this time in a
handsome China silk dress that looked |
all the prettier because it fitted tightly |
about her trim figure and there were
flashing diamonds about her throat.
Do you recognize the picture of the
life Of Gotham maid? Could you
tell her from the portrait? She is
Miss Pearlie Howe, the daughter of a
man who has so much money that he |
don't care to make any more in busi-
ness and SO devotes himself to pleas |
ure. Her mother is that stout lady |
with light reddish hair, from whose |
ears diamonds as big as pebbles flash,
and on whose fingers are others quite |
as brilliant. She, too, is one of the |
fashionable dressers Of the Branch,
and l guess she manages to wear
about as many different costumes as
any other lady who come here. It's a
strange family, this one of "Alec "
Howe's. They have no thought in
the world, apparently, but to amuse |
themselves and be at the races. Bet
ting is their hobby. The father seldom
makes a wager without placing money
for each one of his children and his
wife as we'll, 80 that all lose together
when a break in their luck comes.
Each one makes individual bets, how
ever, apart from the fathers doings,
and it often happens, as it did last
Wednesday that every one wins but
the old man.